It's one of my longest-held ambitions to sail on a square-rigger. I remember once watching the tall ships' race as it passed Yarmouth a dozen years or so back and the urge to run away to sea was almost irresistible. There's something about a ship under sail that stirs the blood in a way no filthy diesel burner ever could. (closes eyes and dreams of the smell of tar, the creak of ropes....if only...)